Monday, October 19, 2015

It was a ritual that repeated itself regularly. He locked it in a trunk, he tried to hide the key. But the whispering only got louder and louder. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, it would torment him until he finally relented and retrieved the mask. He could hear it laughing at him. The only way to make it stop was to wear it.

It is almost as if a switch as been flicked. He had been nervous, slightly awkward before - a trait that endeared him to his prey. With the mask on, he strode with confidence and purpose - like a predator. He unravelled a cloth roll on the table, showing off the glint of steel - his instruments of art - and chose a blade.

He walked towards the bludgeoned body at the foot of the bed. His prey. How her pretty eyes widened when decided to shut up her banal chattering with a hammer. Her breaths were shallow as the puddle of blood spread beneath her. No matter how beautiful they were, they all sounded the same in the end. Full of blood and gurgle and spit.

He knelt at her feet and whispered to her like a lover. "Be brave," he said. "Face your fears...." Then he grimaced as the laughing started anew. Only blood would placate the voices...

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Friday, October 16, 2015

The collector sits in his basement admiring his latest prize. The sprite had been elusive but greed had got the better of it. A simple tar trap with a slightly rotten banana in the middle had been its undoing.
No one understood his work. He had been accused of gluing butterfly wings to lizard bodies before.
He muttered, "They have eyes but they do not see..." as he plunged a fine pin through the dorsum of the creature's left foot.

A shrill squeak emanated from the stricken creature. It wasn't dead. The collector looked upon it dispassionately and reached for the syringe. The most effective way he found to embalm these things was to inject the chemicals while the heart was still beating. "Now this won't hurt a bit..." he said, and slid the needle under the skin.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Halloween has always felt a bit like the new year to me. Time to reset, settle some debts, unmask, get real and bury some bodies. This round of TAG is all about death. Not the bloody gore of a thriller but more the somber passing all things come to face. The setting is very real, it is not peppered with ghosts or things getting stabbed. You will find no blood pools or messages scrawled on the walls. All that is over. The clean up crew has been through, the loved ones notified and now we see how things are put to rest. Oh, and there will be kick ass gacha to play made by the usual suspects.